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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
When LOVE = Valentine’s Day
I had to debate like a zillion times in my head whether to write this blog piece or not. I mean, I’m only 23 and after you’ve read it, you’re all probably gonna think that I’m 30 in the head or something. But all this hoopla around Mutalik and his cronies playing Secret Santa on Feb 14th and screaming “Surprise!!” to clueless lovers, was very, bherry stifling to say the least.

Do I believe in love? I wouldn’t have been in a relationship this long if I didn’t believe in it’s sheer magic. But do I believe in Valentine’s Day? I don’t know. I’ve always been skeptical about one-day-celebratory-exhibitionisms. It’s one thing to walk down Brigade Road with the love of your life locked in your arms. Quite another, to match steps with each other on the same pavement come Valentine’s. It’s like everybody expects you to walk down Brigade’s or hang out at Forum with your valentine on that designated day. More like you are doing it to pander others’ egos and conform to their diction of love.

If love truly is timeless, then why do we have to time our fuzzy hormones to clock-struck-12-on-feb-14th perfection, every year? Being in love is never hep. It is joyous, almost always. Fulfilling at nearly all times, to say the least. But what makes it so special is the fact that, no matter how old your relationship is, it will never cease to make you smile with unbridled happiness. Being in love shouldn’t just make you glow outwardly, instead it should make you feel happy and weak kneed, from inside. Where Mutalik and his dicks lost the plot is telling people what to and what not to do. Outraged people made up their minds that they would do everything Mutalik told them not to do. So it was more an act of ‘see-dickhead-I’m-walking-on-brigade’s-with-my-girl-wrapped-in-my-arms’ than ‘baby-you-complete-me’.

I loathe Mutalik from the innards of my core. Any man who dictates how love should be expressed should be gunned down at point blank range. But that still doesn’t convince me about all the euphoria and brouhaha surrounding Valentine’s Day. Maybe I’m just old fashioned. Or maybe, I’m just not high on Feb 14th as people in love ought to be. Either which ways, I still stand by the fact that love is magical without Valentine’s halo around Cupid telling all arrow struck couples, “Today is THE day lover boy. Go get some!”. For me, everyday has to be Valentine’s Day, just to make sure that my girl and me are ‘doing fine, together’.

P.S: For those wanting to know how my Valentine’s Day went, we celebrated it on the 15th and not the 14th as the entire world did (Well, we had our reasons you know). We watched Marley and Me, had a real romantic ‘ching ling’ brunch, drove around in the cool evening breeze; and yeah, we did say the three magical words to each other a lot of times.

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posted by Mister Avant Garde @ 10:50 PM   6 comments
Monday, February 9, 2009
25 things you didn't know about me!
So you think you know me, right down to my loo habits and the insanely weird quirks i wear proudly on my sleeve? Dig this!

I have to first wear my left shoe/floater/slip on, ALWAYS, before my right foot gets clothed!

I have a horrendously bad memory, so much so that I sometimes don’t even remember the few good lines I write!

I have a thing for long wavy hair (In the opposite sex, that is! Course my girl’s got flowing hair, else I wouldn’t be digging my own grave writing this!).

I have the sweetest tooth possible, like ever known to the whole of mankind. I also have weird cravings for chocolate truffle in the wee hours of the morning!

I make the yummiest Maggi noodles. That incidentally is the only thing I know how to cook!

I don’t know how to swim without a swimming tube!

There hasn’t been a single time I have gotten into a swimming pool and not peed in it!

I can never get a tongue twister wrong, or even so much as stammer in the middle of a real knotty one!

I shaved for the first time when I was in my 10th standard from my father’s razor. I lamely told my mom later on, that I SCRAPED the non existent tufts of hair on my face to ward off pimples!

I can finish any book in one day.

I cannot for the life of me add two 2 digit numbers without help!

I used to pronounce ‘FAUX PAS’ as ‘fox pass’ and not ‘faw pah’, till I was 20.

Stomach this! I once ate a whole cooker of rice in one sitting, single handedly, because my dad was disgruntled about my eating habits.

I have to, HAVE TO, have everything around me CLEAN and ORDERLY. I’m a cleanliness freak and cannot sleep a wink if there’s even a tiny speck of dirt in my loo!

My favourite TV channel till I passed my 12th std, was Cartoon Network!

I have a thing for women in sarees and I used to watch Ekta Kapoor’s serials (muted, with heavy metal playing on the stereo in the background) during my 12th std, only to lech at the saree clad protagonists!

I think formal clothes are anathema. I would never be caught in a starched pin striped suit, much less a tux.

I suffer from vertigo. Heights make me really, really dizzy.

I can never take an injection without fainting. 5 minutes into the injection, and I will surely, ALWAYS faint.

I can never write more than a paragraph by putting pen to paper. I need to have the keyboard on my lap, as I lovingly look at the alphabets on it, and let my fingers weave magic.

I used to be paranoid about the sun on my skin till I was 20. There have been times I have gone to bring milk, as early as 6 in the morning, with unbrushed teeth and wearing sun screen lotion!

I am extremely narcissistic. Even more so about my brain, and partly the reason I’ll murder the person, who even comes close to questioning my intelligence.

I wear the hickies and nail marks on my bodice like a talisman.

I had once peed all over a carom board and had left a huge stain on it as a toddler. The carom board and the stain, much to my chagrin, are still there in our place.

I bunked my 12th std Chemistry Practical exams and went to the Chinnaswamy Stadium to watch Sachin rape England’s happiness. I eventually wrote my final boards only for 90 marks as the practicals I skipped, carried the remaining 10 marks!

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